Arising
A darkened surreal mist
The cold silence, like a fist
Has pounded me mercilessly through the night
Its only goal for me to walk in fright
Yet
Leafless branches curling, gnarling
Like the knuckled hands now unfurling
For they can with darkness no more abound
I feel the morning dew about to come down
Wonder
I feel the colors coming in a tide
For the chill attempts to come inside
But fire is without; fire is within
The cold tries to run again and again
Yet
There is nowhere but dust for it to go
Goodness and beauty I can now always know
For the brightness has come, it has now arisen
My chains have come off, I no longer in prison
Wonder
